And every couple of months you die 

In every answer a dozen lies 

You're feeling better and readytime 



And every couple of months you die 

a lot of waiting and words and crying 

a lot of hoping that you'll be fine 

I never try, it always works 

It's hard to leave 

It's better to burn 

I want a barrier 



Everywhere is someone else's 

Where is a home for this heart?